Taking a Break

In the middle of the night, I was jolted awake by a loud crash downstairs. I did a quick count and all four dogs were in the bed. I was scared; they were scared and we all remained silent, watching the bedroom doorway. What's wrong with this picture?

One would think that with four dogs, one of them would have stepped up to the plate and done something. Barking would have been a good start. Going downstairs to investigate would have been nice too. Instead, they expected me to protect them. We waited, but there was just silence.

Earlier that day, I had thrown out the box the new TV came in. Perhaps, someone driving by had seen the box and wanted to break in and get the TV. That thought was especially scary because the TV is in my bedroom. Burglars can take anything they want, but I really don't want anyone coming in my bedroom if that is where I'm hiding.

After awhile, I fell asleep. The next morning I found a large painting on the floor. It fell off the wall, hit the piano and then the wood floor. I had hung it a couple of days ago and the nail wasn't strong enough to hold it.

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I'm leaving for Hawaii and will not be near a computer. I'll be back in a week. Aloha.